Post by Kami-Gaz on Dec 29, 2017 18:46:32 GMT -5
Fog, thicker than the anything the crew of the Ascendant Swan had ever seen, so thick that it could be sliced with a knife. The grandiose ship with a black swan figure head pushed throw the fog at a slow pace, it’s oars piercing the waters as they pushed the ship along in unison. With each splashed the ship groaned along, the rocky waters they were navigating through occasionally scratching the kairoseki coated hull. That being the only reason that the ship had even made it this deep into the monster infested waters of the calm belt in the first place. Occasionally shouts could be heard coming from the top deck and the distinct cracking of a whip, the screams of someone on the other side of that whip and the command “Row!” This continued on for hours upon hours without any time to rest.
Below the deck in a special brig was a lone prisoner, her long slender arms of a porcelain shade, were shackled and held aloft by taught black metal chains. Her eyes of dull golden hue were barely open, locked to the floor and her hair hung behind her with the fringe masking her bruised picture perfect face. Her tattered red dress hugged her as best it could with all the rips and tears made in it, what tattered remains that did not hug her body draped off of her body and dangled there, lifeless. The legs that were barely supporting her were bent at the knee and were chained to the side, apart making all sorts of movement hard.
How long had she been here? Hours? Days? Weeks even? She didn’t know, the time ebbed and flowed in an odd way in this cell, her mind was broken after all that had happened to her. The beatings, the chaining up, the minimal food and water all to keep her in a weakened state so she would not cause trouble in transit. This after all was a slavers ship for the Swan Slaves, and this woman was going to fetch them a pretty penny. She had a history with them and this was the story of how the ending began.
The ship had run aground on Mullyssa Nemo, it’s kairoseki hull being the only thing that stopped it from sinking. The crew? As far as Cheska knew they had vanished, gone to get aid or killed by the inhabitants of the island. The other slaves? They took the chance to flee, leaving her alone chained up and unable to get away from anything that could kill her. These were the simple assumptions her brain took, or part of it atleast.
The room seemed so empty behind these bars. On the other side was weapons, boxes and creates of rare items that were secured with some of the slaves that were taken aboard the ship. All dangerous or rare each being able to fetch just as much as the slaves that were being used above deck.
“Help….” The woman’s hoarse voice said in the silence… the silence, something was wrong, there was no repeated shout to row, no whips, no screams or groaning of the ship. The last thing to stimulate Cheska’s broken mind was a larger shudder than normal, one that lurched the ship enough to almost knock the cracked mask out of her hand. As this unnerving silence settled on her, her eyes widened, she was alone in the silence in this ship she was terrified of.
The Eerie atmosphere of the fog outside was seeping in through the barred porthole and was obscuring the floor. “H-help…” She croaked out again, her voice was so torn from dehydration that speaking hurt, her eyes now violently searching the cell in front of her for any sign of life to calm her nerves were a blur. This was a sign that her mental functions were returning to those of a normal persons… as much as they could resemble a normal persons anyways. Tears quickly came to obscure her vision in a watery haze.
In moments what tears formed made her sob, wail and devolve into a bigger mess than she already was. Through the pain of her dry voice she screamed out “Please somebody help!” only for nothing to come back to her
Below the deck in a special brig was a lone prisoner, her long slender arms of a porcelain shade, were shackled and held aloft by taught black metal chains. Her eyes of dull golden hue were barely open, locked to the floor and her hair hung behind her with the fringe masking her bruised picture perfect face. Her tattered red dress hugged her as best it could with all the rips and tears made in it, what tattered remains that did not hug her body draped off of her body and dangled there, lifeless. The legs that were barely supporting her were bent at the knee and were chained to the side, apart making all sorts of movement hard.
How long had she been here? Hours? Days? Weeks even? She didn’t know, the time ebbed and flowed in an odd way in this cell, her mind was broken after all that had happened to her. The beatings, the chaining up, the minimal food and water all to keep her in a weakened state so she would not cause trouble in transit. This after all was a slavers ship for the Swan Slaves, and this woman was going to fetch them a pretty penny. She had a history with them and this was the story of how the ending began.
The ship had run aground on Mullyssa Nemo, it’s kairoseki hull being the only thing that stopped it from sinking. The crew? As far as Cheska knew they had vanished, gone to get aid or killed by the inhabitants of the island. The other slaves? They took the chance to flee, leaving her alone chained up and unable to get away from anything that could kill her. These were the simple assumptions her brain took, or part of it atleast.
The room seemed so empty behind these bars. On the other side was weapons, boxes and creates of rare items that were secured with some of the slaves that were taken aboard the ship. All dangerous or rare each being able to fetch just as much as the slaves that were being used above deck.
“Help….” The woman’s hoarse voice said in the silence… the silence, something was wrong, there was no repeated shout to row, no whips, no screams or groaning of the ship. The last thing to stimulate Cheska’s broken mind was a larger shudder than normal, one that lurched the ship enough to almost knock the cracked mask out of her hand. As this unnerving silence settled on her, her eyes widened, she was alone in the silence in this ship she was terrified of.
The Eerie atmosphere of the fog outside was seeping in through the barred porthole and was obscuring the floor. “H-help…” She croaked out again, her voice was so torn from dehydration that speaking hurt, her eyes now violently searching the cell in front of her for any sign of life to calm her nerves were a blur. This was a sign that her mental functions were returning to those of a normal persons… as much as they could resemble a normal persons anyways. Tears quickly came to obscure her vision in a watery haze.
In moments what tears formed made her sob, wail and devolve into a bigger mess than she already was. Through the pain of her dry voice she screamed out “Please somebody help!” only for nothing to come back to her